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29 May 2010 Marisa Miller vs Bar Refaeli II

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Posted by simguy on 5/29/2010, 5:59 pm

BEFORE: Miller widely acknowledged as the best conditioned, most sinewy of the supermodels...but she was pushed to her physical limits in Bar/Marisa I. "I was surprised by her strength," Miller admits in prefight. "When Bar's finished modelling, she'll probably fill out like a Tyra Banks or Rachel Hunter - she's got got that kind of physicality to her. I can deal with that though - my technique's better, and I'm faster - I just have to mix things up on her - don't want to be brawling nose to nose all night with her. A few little tweaks to our plan, and we'll have Bar under control." Rafaeli all grins and dimples in prefight: she came out of Bar/Marisa I with all kinds of confidence. "I think I'm going to blow Miller away now," Bar says to gasps from press row. "You could see it coming in the last fight: her reserves were gone, her legs were shot - I had her ready to go and just ran out of time. Now - I'll plow right through whatever's left and rewrite the rule book for supermodels. Mark my words: this fight will see me sweep Marisa to the sidelines, and usher in a great new era the likes of which we haven't seen since Cindy, Tyra, and Kathy Ireland were strutting!" Marisa in pink bikini with white polka-dots; white gloves; long curly-tangly hair loose. Bar in composite bikini - basically baby blue, front cups and crotch covered in even paler blue quilted cashmere - back of the trunks solid baby blue; white gloves; long blonde hair wavy-tangly. Girls absolutely heartless with each other during weigh in - standing close to inspect the other on the scales; nostrils flaring, arms crossed in disgust...Marisa insisting Rafaeli's put on some gut-fat, demanding Bar's weight be rechecked 3 times - nearly leads to a slapping brawl as security steps in.

During R1: Step-and-shovel right hand to Bar's tummy starts the fight: Rafaeli frowning, answering back a swinging right palm-down across Marisa's chin. Models sidesteppin' counterclockwise, dukes up - long legs in wide stances - each trying to sort out the other's breasts with long, tapping jabs, preparatory to rangy right-cross follow ups. Bar a little busier, more aggressive - she's coming forward, spooking Marisa into rangy, hopping, circular evasions in a tactical first.

R2: Bar crushes Maris a swinging overhand right upside the head - spends the next minute chasing a badly rattled Miller. Marisa wide-eyed - loping to her right around the perimeter - stopping to walk Bar onto the jab or spearing right hands. Rafaeli walking through it, keeping the pressure on: she's sweeping wide roundhouses into Miller's limber ribcage. Miller firming late, standing her ground to lick long-limbed rights and lefts against Bar's waist, then curling left uppercuts up into left jug. Rafaeli outpunched late, but she's already taken the points via consistent, persistent pursuit.

R3: Bar wading in, strapping rangy rights and lefts wide to Marisa's slender torso/flanks. Miller tight-lipped, feeling it to her body: she hangs tuff, jabbing spitefully back at rival model's face. Bar getting scuffed up, but getting the better of the trade: her lavish body-licking has Marisa's legs wobbly at bell. Grins-and-dimples from Rafaeli as she looks Marisa over - Bar prancing back to her stool, feeling her oats through 3.

R4: Little payback to the face as Bar jabs Marisa: Miller covering up peek-a-boo, retreating in confusion to ropes. Bar stalking Miller - using the face jab to keep Marisa pinned down, then welting those flanks long, limber, whacking lefts and rights. Bar grinning, arms shivering as she lashes Miller's hips/sides: Marisa groaning, freezing up - she's showing face-in-gloves much of the round, suffering along ropes as Bar beats her without mercy.

R5: Marisa firms, assumes forward aspect with right (back) heel up off canvas: she's setting herself to jab Bar to ribbons! Keeping right hand at cheek, Marisa sets to work on Bar's face - left hands snaking out every few seconds, landing cruelly to left cheekbone/left eye/mouth. Smooth, pivoting clockwise rotation for Marisa - steely eyes never leaving the target as she pokes-and-turns. Bar's turn to be grumpy and vexed: she's turning on the spot - covering up to block, but missing most receipts. Miller mixing up the jab every once in a while - spearing Bar to the midsection to get those hands down. Bell to bell Miller: Bar scuffed, frowning en route to corner.

R6: Bar countering Miller's jab this round - sweeping right hand after right hand over top to scatter Maris around the ring. Rafaeli not afraid to body up and walk Miller to ropes: Bar warned for elbowing in the clinch and throwing rude shoulders into Marisa's tits. Rough-house gets Miller out of her stance, disorganizing her: long limbed beauties reeling around the ring as they pull and push at each other. Sloppiness favours Bar: she dishevels Maris for points through 6.

R7: Pressure scattering Marisa, but she gradually legs herself into good position, luring Bar forward. Half way through, Miller pulls the trigger on a nifty torso-roll/pull-counter right hand - walking Bar in, scoring heavily to chin over the Rafaeli jab and DROPPING BAR TO HER KNEES! Bar flabbergasted - well-timed poke turns her chin, lights up her legs: she beats the count trembling. Down the stretch, Bar showing face-in-gloves, back to ropes: Marisa's turn to lash away wide n' limber to either flank - slender limbs shivering upon batting contact with Bar's ribs. Bell: tears beadiing silver on Bar's lashes as she hugs throbbing torso: Marisa seething, chest heaving as she looks things over with smouldering satisfaction.

8: Marisa back to face-jabbing: one model cruelly picking-over another. Maris in forward aspect - right heel up off canvas as she pivots around left leg - left jab piercing in to pound at Bar's face. Rafaeli's nose bloodied, eyes spooked: when she covers up to block, she's grunting from spearing Miller jabs to tummy. Down the stretch, Miller driving in the odd lancing straight right down into Bar's body: Rafaeli crying out, backing away from these rangy blasts. Bell: Marisa's colour high, nostrils flaring: she's hurting Bar and both girls know it!

R9: Wild, long-limbed lick-n'-lash as models get all tempestuous, trying to stroke each other out of there. Eyes blazing, lips curled off teeth - blonde take turns shellacking each other wide right hands to body/curling left hooks against breasts. Maris eats swinging rights on her chin, staggering under the weight of shot, then righting herself to fit straight rights onto Bar's chin in reprisal. Sloppy, reeling stuff - girls just pushing and waling at each other. Bar's the better at it - ruffling Marisa's feathers, landing supple punches hip to head through 9.

R10: Bar advancing, hunting Marisa's ribcage: Miller loping to her right along perimeter, visibly wary. Rafaeli steady, relentless - long legs eating up canvas; long body leaning in as she drags wide right hands loud against Miller's supple flank-ribs. Maris grimacing, shying away: Bar slowly breaking Miller down with determined body-lashing. Down the stretch, Bar extending left hand, feeling for Miller: Maris rolls torso-right, issues pull-counter right hand off her hip, catching Bar to chin and DASHING HER TO HER KNEES! Rafaeli sputtering on all fours, suddenly distressed after being in control: she beats the count, but can't chase Miller down as Maris elects to scamper. Comes back UD10 DRAW: once again, beautiful bendy-backs can't separate from each other.

AFter: Pandemonium...girls at each other immediately after the announcement - long fingers grabbing at slender shoulders as they shout and bicker. Marisa knees Bar in the thigh - security rushes in as enraged Rafaeli's set to slap Marisa a storm of right hands...struggle for Model supremacy becoming a titanic test of wills as willowy fighters bank 20 rounds without a clear decision. "I'm better," Bar seethes in her postfight segment. "I had to chase her down to make her fight - and when we fought - she suffered!" Marisa equally riled, trembling from the thought of hated Bar still standing. "Who went down?" Marisa asks angrily on camera. "Which of us put the other on her knees? I clearly did the most damage in the fight, and I cannot BELIEVE the judges couldn't see that. Plus, you need to score face-punches extra when it's models competing: I touched her face at will - what does that tell you???"